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The scent of chlorine and old rubber still hits me sometimes, a phantom wave crashing over my senses, even though it's been years since I last plunged into a pool. It always takes me back to the summers of my childhood, specifically, the summer I was eleven. We lived in a small t
→ "wait is that fr??
→ "wait fr? feels light
just had the weirdest thought